What Are You Doing, Gwen? Essay
"What are you doing, Gwen?"
The whisper came from behind, shattering the spell and nearly making her jump out of her skin in the process. Letting out a sharp gasp, she rose so quickly that she knocked the stool over with a clatter, wincing as the man mumbled fretfully in his sleep.
"M-Merlin! I didn 't… I wasn 't…"
Realizing she 'd been tenderly caressing the face of a stranger made her cheeks turn scarlet, made worse by the fact that it was the middle of the night. Swallowing hard, she desperately searched her mind for a reasonable explanation.
"Morgana was low on her sleeping draught and I…" She took a deep breath before she continued. "I thought I might be able to find it myself and not disturb anyone, but I didn 't know which bottle was which, and…"
Merlin walked over to the shelf she 'd been exploring earlier, retrieving one of the tiny bottles and handing it to her with a smile.
"I could use a bit of this myself," he grumbled. "Can you believe how loud Gaius snores? He 's almost as bad as Arthur!"
Gwen smiled back, relieved to feel a little more like herself again after being strangely mesmerized and then startled out of her wits. Meanwhile, Merlin was still staring at her curiously, obviously expecting the rest of her explanation.
"I saw him while I was looking for the draught," she said, nodding awkwardly at the bed across the room.…